Page 16 of Dark Wishes

“That’s all?”

He laughs in a smoky whisper. “What else is there?”

I have a long list I want to spill. It includes things likePut your hands inside my panties and feel how wet I am. Finger me until I cum. Bury your hard cock inside of me until I pass out.

My voice betrays my annoyance. “Nothing.”

“Wonderful. Goodnight, Selena.”

I tug at my hand—he clutches it tight. “You’re still holding my hand.”

“Of course,” he says, “I promised I’d lie here until you fell asleep. This is how I’ll know if you’re awake or not. I was going to wait for you to start snoring, but you reminded me that you don’t.”

Ah, now I get it. The bastard is still playing with me. Jamison knows he’s turned me on to the point of pain. And if he holds my hand, I can’t do the obvious thing I very much want to—touch myself in secret.

The mother fucking monster. He got me worked up, and now he won’t let me do anything about it.He plans to hold my hand until I fall asleep? The ache in my pussy isn’t going to allow me to sleep! I need release.

Shifting side to side, I run through the options in my head. They’re all messy, the logic blurred by my throbbing clit. Everytiny movement makes my shirt scrape across my hard nipples. I can’t get out of this situation with my pride intact.

But maybe I can salvage it.

He’s not made of ice. He wants this as much as me.

I roll over, but this time, it’s towards him. My free hand drapes over his chest, running over the broad expanse of his muscles. Touching him sends a new rush of arousal to my core. I can’t see him, but I remember how he looked in the early morning hours in my apartment; his toned body, his tattoos, all of that is inscribed in my mind.

“Selena?” he pries.

Unsticking my tongue from the roof of my mouth, I drag my fingers down his stomach. The hard path leads to his navel; I brush the top of something cotton.Boxers. He really got into bed with me in nothing but his underwear.“It’s my turn to flirt,” I whisper.

The growl that erupts from his throat is pure animal. It reverberates in my bone-marrow, flowing down to my pussy like a horn blown before a hunt. Ever so lightly I trace his boxers until I find—quite quickly—the massive tent of his erection. His cock pushes angrily at the front of his underwear.

I reach for the base; he snatches my wrist so I can’t keep fondling his dick. “Stop,” he rumbles.

“What? Why?” I wish I could see his damn face. I hate this darkness.

His grip tightens. “You said you didn’t want this. Or did you forget that?”

I try to pull away, but he doesn’t release me. “You’ve been working me up the entire time we’ve been lying here! Inyourbed! You knew what you were doing.”

“Of course I did,” he says, just as annoyed as me. “You’ve been fighting how you feel since last night.”

“I’m grabbing your dick, I’m clearly done fighting!”

“I don’t think you are,” he snaps, pulling me up his body. He presses my hand to his chest, his other arm snaking around my middle, pinning me with our ribs touching, our faces close. His breath glides over my lips in the dark, eliciting a small whimper. “You’re not the type that gives up easily. I know this very,verywell, Selena. Once you set your mind to something, trying to change it is as pointless as catching every raindrop before it hits the ground.”

I shiver while straddling him. Can he feel my heart thudding through my breasts? “I’m allowed to change things.”

“Like the way you changed our contract?”

My teeth click together in surprise. “Why are you bringing that up now?”

Jamison lifts my hand from his chest. Gently as he can, he places it against his jaw. The small bristles of hair on his chin are a rough texture. I see his face the way a blind person uses braille. My thumb prods his lips—traces his cruel smirk. His teeth bite down, surprising me, but it doesn’t hurt. “Because we don’t have a contract for this.”

“We don’t need one.”

He pauses, chuckling to himself. “You would be better off if we did. I want to do all kinds of things to you. Things we might regret.”

Why would he regret anything?

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